Alright, she admitted, she had never done housework and had no idea how to handle kitchen tasks. The reason she hadn't offered to help earlier was the fear of embarrassing herself. Yet arranging the bowls was something she could do with swift efficiency.
However, the moment her hand reached out, it was stopped by a smile from Iron Hand's mom.
"Miss Ai, please have a seat. You're a guest, how can we put you to work?"
Having said that, she swiftly set up the bowls. Seeing Ai Lun still standing awkwardly, she chided her son instructively, "Ah Yi, hurry and ask your friend to sit down. You're so big now, yet still need mom to teach you!"
The word "friend" was used very cleverly, dropping any prefixes.
Ai Lun's heart stirred subtly, and after glancing at Iron Hand, she sat down.
The dinner on the table was quite abundant. For only three people, there were four sets of chopsticks and bowls. Obviously, besides the three of them, one set was intended for Iron Hand's deceased father.
